Sunday, August 21, 2005

It's Thanksgiving in August!

Since my karma is always swirling around me on an ass-finding mission, wearing gigantic vampire teeth, I figured I better follow up my last two vent-ee-lay-shun posts with something a little kinder and gentler...a list of things I'm thankful for.

Now, I know that it's only August, but Opry done taught me to be gracious and appreciate what I have, even if I cannot afford to buy $600 sheets, $900 shoes, and $300 pajamas.

So to balance my karma just a bit, I'd like to say that I am thankful for...

  1. Plastic tuh-keel-ya bottles.

    Cause sometimes things get a little rowdy.

  2. Extra-large sized spatulas.

    Cause the weenie-ass size don't have the same range of applicay-shun.

  3. Dominoes.

    The game, not the pizza, cause whipping someone's butt at 42 keeps your mind off how many adult beverages you've been consuming.

  4. Sinus medicine.

    Cause it stops the drip and helps you wake up bright and refreshed on Sunday morning.

  5. Bumpus.

    Cause he's a good man.

I'm also thankful for Cat Crap and Yo Mama, for making me laugh so much and for inspiring me to loosen up a little bit and let go of those Camelite morals that I have kept me so quiet, shy, and living in a dark, dark closet, unable to have fun for all these long long years.

4 comments:

creeser said...

What in da hell is Elton John doing in Franklin, Texas? I'm a plenty pissed that I didn't get invited to THAT party!!!

yo mama said...

Yo Mama is mitely re-leaved to git a kloser look at that piktur cause at 1st I B thinkin U wuz collectin gas frum Bumbut 2 put N-2 storage 4 when Boudreaux and Rufus start a-drivin cars, PTL, Lord Save Us, Bahia Bahia. Thet day is a-comin an Yo Mama is just flat skered, specialy when that yung one gits his fists on a real wheel. Whatever U gonna do!

Got to digest the resta this a.m. mail, was jes on the edge of a-callin Cat-crap and asking if U wuz o.k. cause aint herd from U as of late but this mornin led me 2 believe U been busy dressin up and a-taking piktures of each other.

Yo Mama needs U 2 keep in close touchin.

creeser said...

The more I be looking at this there pick-shure, I be thinkin' that Bumpus is shore lookin like he be in the middle of some rectal examination and that he be chewin on the apple to stifle the pain - with the tequila on hand just in case the hurtin' get REAL bad. Meanwhile, Fatty be lookin like she got on a big protective mask just in case sumthin nasty be shootin out o' Bumpus' butt.

Fatty said...

bee-dee-deep-bee-dee-deep-bee-dee-deep...

*****NEWSFLASH******

THAT AIN'T BUMPUS

Tha's anuthah mahn.